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MYSTERY EX-GIRLFRIEND CAUSES DRAMA AT BLUEBIRD KITCHEN. My phone buzzed again, a message from Rose. Rose: Nora, don't come to work today Me: Why? Rose: Because Elara Hart uploaded the video herself. The phone slipped from my fingers.

Professor Lara spent the rest of the day struggling with conflicting emotions. Her pussy throbbed from being used by Raymond. And his thick cum continued to leak into her panties as she taught her classes. Every time she walked down the hallway, she realised what she had done. Letting her arrogant student fuck her senseless in the lecture hall. Another lecturer almost caught them. Lara was ashamed. Angry. Yet, thinking about it left her aroused. When her final lecture ended, she quickly gathered her things and headed straight for her office.

The days following the leaked videos were chaotic for Elara. Her follower count had exploded to 14 million on T****k and 15.6 million on I*******m. People seemed to be enjoying this new trend of leaked videos. Her own leak with Lucas resurfaced, and some bloggers placed them side by side — Elara with Lucas and Kai with Mia. The captions were wild and cutting: “Power couple or power cheaters?” The comments were relentless. Some fans defended them, saying it was private business. Others bashed them mercilessly, calling them shameless and hypocritical.

“Rena’s case was different.” She raises a brow at me. “Is it? I've heard rumors about Luna Verena meeting Nixie and that there are pictures of her harming her. You accepted that to be true without probing deeper. Those pictures are photoshopped," she rebuts, and I frown in response. “Photoshopped?” I ask, a little confused. “Yes. I saw the pictures. Those images of Luna Verena are taken from a party she attended. I know that because I took those pictures,” she claims, and fishes out her phone from her ripped jeans pocket. She taps on the screen, and then hands me the phone.

MY MOTHER'S NAUGHTY SECRETS Leona POV And with the heat came him. Marco. I felt his hands on my skin, the way he pinned me to the bed like I was all he wanted. Remembering the sound of his voice in my ear, his soft lips parting mine with a hot kiss made me feel tingles down my pussy. I closed my eyes my mind drifting to the times we had sex. I could almost feel his touch on my skin. I didn’t know when I laid my back against the wall, the journal slipping beside me.

He thought he had it all under control. “No… I’m not him…” Kaelen stumbled backward, his voice trembling. “I love Elara. I was just… I was just confused for a moment…” “Confused for a moment?” Lyra pulled a thick file from a drawer and tossed it onto the table. “Here’s the private investigator’s report from the past year, in case you’ve forgotten.” Kaelen’s hands shook as he opened it. It was filled with photos, bills, and chat logs of his meetings with Seraphina.

Jax followed seconds later, pumping my womb full until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs in creamy rivers. They pulled out slowly, leaving my holes gaping and ruined. I pushed like the trained p**n whore I was, showing the camera my prolapsed asshole and the cum farting out of my stretched cunt. “Look what you do to me, Victor,” I whispered breathlessly, still lost in the fantasy. “This should be your cum dripping from your stepdaughter’s filthy holes.” Tony lowered the camera, grinning. “Jesus, Lila. That was some of your hottest shit yet. The boss is gonna love this one—taboo stepdad stuff is trending like crazy.”

Instead, his grip on her chin tightened ever so slightly, a silent warning. Greyson drew closer, his voice a venomous whisper in Lara's ear. "Since you are giving him your pussy, it's only fair that he gives us something in return." "What are you talking about?" Lara furrowed her brow, confusion etched across her features. Greyson reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and showed the photos to Lara. They were snapshots from earlier, capturing her and Aaron at the church. Photos of his hand on her thigh. Photos of them going to the confessional. Photos of them leaving the confessional together. Photos of him whispering in her ear.

'' Tears are continuing to fall. It has been exactly ten minutes but she has not open the door, making me worry even more of what she might be doing inside; causing me to try and break the door—not caring if I end up hurting. After a couple of tried, the door breaks down, revealing Rose laying onto the ground, her eyes closed.

“Then you’re braver than you think.” She wanted to collapse into him, to let his certainty shield her from the storm. But before she could, his phone buzzed. He frowned, pulling it from his pocket. The color drained from his face as he scanned the screen. “What is it?” Amara asked, dread knotting in her stomach. He turned the phone so she could see. A new headline blared across it: Community Rising Leader in Secret Scandal? Footage Sparks Questions About Integrity Beneath the headline was a still frame from the leaked video, Amara and Liam leaving her flat, their intimacy framed as evidence of impropriety.